Vegetative state, an artistic interpretation.

The death of my father made me think for a long time on the intermediate stage of life, or better yet, on the thin line between life and death when our consciousness slowly slips into another unknown dimension.

But what happens when we no longer sense of ourself and consciousness abandon us?
And what happens when we become a body, our brain is damaged and science forces us to remain ‘alive‘?
The case of Eluana Englaro came back into my life like a bolt after some years.
And together, a wonderful book (now in my hands)Gli ultimi giorni di Eluana.
A book rich of passion, rigorous and timely full of humanity, to read and reread.

I’m making a series of watercolor drawings thinking of her, the death of my father, at what I think about my future death, my current life, and all the trauma that only now I’m reworking one year after the loss of my beloved father.

I work at night, often in a hypnotic state, in the silence of my study: the titles are almost poetic phrases that come to me as an experiment of surrealist automatic writing.
When I realized the drawing, it is as if many voices speaking to me, I represent what they suggested.
I had never tried a grip so total between the idea to make and his own creation.
It is so strange, as I represent the brain death, the persistent vegetative state, the melancholy of not being, the greater the power of colors and shapes.Here the first works.
Victor Hugo: “Dying is nothing; do not live is scary“.